Sell Your Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

“Tell Lorenzo I need his help please.” “Casper’s sister? You sure?” I nodded. “Please hurry up,” I begged him. He was still wary of me but he agreed and closed the gate in my face. A few minutes later, the side gate was opened again and this time, the devil himself came out. I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was drained. I was talking but I couldn’t hear myself because my ears were ringing and before I knew it, the world was getting darker and darker as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Don’t give yourself away like that. But she had to. She turned back to Damon. “Do we have a deal?” Damon watched her for a long moment, then slowly, he grinned. “Oh, sweetheart. We have a deal.” Kenzo’s fists clenched at his sides. Caleb exhaled, muttering under his breath. “Well… shit.” Victoria ignored the sinking feeling i n her gut, the way her wolf hated the words she had just spoken. Because she had just sold her soul to the devil.

Signing a contract with a demon allows them to grant you any wish- the truest desire from your heart and as long as it is in effect, the demon shall take tiny pieces of the human's soul until it is no more. Selling your soul to a demon also meant you'll sever ties with the universe. The soul cannot be returned, reincarnated and is damned. I... dropped the books and ran immediately to the forest. I was shouting Tate's name as I looked for him and it didn't took him a while. Tate immediately appeared in front of me with his usual all-black clothing and leathers. Tate looked at me in the eye with his monolid and intimidating eyes, "You came running."

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

But he only smirked and said, “Beg me.” 'Jerk', I thought. He was more a devil than an angel! His coy, his tricks, his teasings… definitely, he was the real demon in the house. Nevertheless, I was a desperate girl in need. And so, I sold my soul to him. Well, not entirely sold my soul. But a little bit like selling my soul. Anyway, I begged him with my quivering mouth, “Please…”

But what she suspected was what kind of world; what kind of society forged nightmares and caused Martin to eventually mutter this phrase in his sleep. The phrase that answered her question. “I’ve sold my soul to the devil.”

A voice appeared in his head, although he was at the face of death and he could see the grim reapers sitting on his bed, waiting for him to pass on, he was still clear headed. "Get out!..." Elian roared..frightening the servant, who scampered running for his dear life. "Are you willing to give me your soul..." Elian chuckled..he knew when and when not.to strike a deal with the devil, to sell his soul..he needed that soul to accomplish his heart desires. "Sell my soul..not possible!.." Ranor..chuckled deeply, his laughter reverberating through the cold prison, his fingers playing the chains bounding his hands together.

"He had failed to accumulate the money he owed me and instead gave me his 'next prized possession', his daughter. Since he let me down with his failure to repay his debt, I accepted his daughter as a compensation" Silence fell over the entire room at my response. "That's the only best thing I can accept from that kind of a man" I scoffed. It was no surprise for a man like Gerald to sell his own daughter for his selfish reasons. A knock sounded on the door and I instantly knew who it was. "Come in" I said and waited for Flora to enter the study. Her anxiousness was evident through her expressions and body language. And it only kept on getting worse as Emmett and Drax shot their questions her

Mark asked quietly. “Why not?” Dante replied without looking at him. “She’s beautiful. Spirited. Stubborn. And she was sold to me. I don’t waste things I’ve paid for.” Mark’s stomach turned. “You think that’s all she is? Something to be used?” Dante met his eyes, and in that gaze, Mark saw the terrifying calm of a man who had never known powerlessness. “You think your guilt entitles you to a clean ending, Mark? You sold your soul the moment you let your wife hand that girl over to me. All you can do now is pray you can afford the price of redemption.”

It was a moment before the meaning of the words took hold of me: he was trying to tell us something very important with this song. He resumed, increasing the tempo: “There are devils young and devils old Whose hearts have become black as mold They’re tradesmen of the human soul It is their favorite drink There are devils in the Parliament Who work to bring about descent The people who they represent Are not the ones you think . . . ”